AN: Hello Happy perverts. We're back again with another updated scene. This one was once about 374 words long or so. Now it's expanded a good bit and shows more about the character and his thoughts. It's more than twice as long as before due to expanding on ideas and adding in new interaction.

Still, it's shorter than the other updates, so I put it out today.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1.4: you Suck

A knock at the door alerted the man within that someone required his attention. The chancellor, Jeremiah Dean, spoke in a loud clear voice, "Enter."

His secretary, a buxom young Generica whose name he never bothered to remember, sauntered into the room. She presented her cleavage by way of taking a deep breath, as was her duty, and then stated her business. "You have received mail from the ASDCA, master."

"Yes, yes. Put it on my desk," he said with little interest. They were always sending him letters for one thing or another. The price of power in this world often came at the cost of paperwork.

"Of course, master," she said with a sultry purr. She leaned forward and placed the large mail packet onto his desk, then gripped the edge with both hands. She thrust her chest forward and asked in a warm, dulcet, voice, "Will there be anything else you need?"

"No, out with you harlot," said Jeremiah with little concern for her feelings.

The girl cringed a little then looked away and nodded. "As you wish master," she said before collecting her broken shards of dignity and walking away. Couldn't blame a girl for trying, it had been quite some time since the old bastard touched her. If he did not do something soon, she would lose her mind.

Quite some time passed before he bothered to open the envelope that arrived. Upon doing so, a sly smile crossed his lips. His plan might already be working. Inside the envelope he'd discovered intriguing news about his untalented son. News that made his recent efforts seem like they were worth the fuss and bother.

"So, he's passed the test has he?" asked the old chancellor. He viewed the paperwork on his desk. John always excelled as a student. Learning things by rote and memorizing those bits of information were simple for the man. There was no mystery in the younger man's lack of progress, however. He lacked the fundamental drive to seek and explore new concepts that was necessary of a true master mage. Despite John's love of knowledge, his ability to innovate was sorely lacking.

Many long years were spent tutoring the boy, but the young man never tried to deviate from standard practices. He was an excellent scholar, but a poor magician. The old man only hoped that time out in the real world would force John to actually struggle and achieve instead of simply coasting along.

John was arrogant and cynical due to being among the intellectual atmosphere of academia for so long. That was fine, but so long as the talent he possessed continued to be wasted, then all of the chancellor's hard work over the years would also be wasted.

Convinced on some level that he knew everything necessary, that there was nothing else to learn, John was destined to be a failed footnote in the house of dean. Magic was a force of dedicated will and inspiration. The arch mage, Jeremiah Dean, knew these facts well. Creativity and innovation were the life blood of a mage once they acquired the basic knowledge.

His son needed to be truly inspired to touch the well spring of power that the old master knew was slumbering deep inside. Jeremiah shook his head after a moment of consideration. It was hard to constantly be on top of the boy. So much promise, but so little initiative, lived within the boy. It placed a severe strain on their relationship over the years. In fact, Jeremiah was certain that the boy began to suspect the truth a long time ago.

Jeremiah frowned darkly at the possibility that John knew anything of the truth. He must never know, not if decades of planning were to work in the arch mage's favor. A creature like John Dean did not come along every day. No, everything needed to be perfect. The only flaw was that the prize did not know his own worth.

The chancellor looked over the sponsorship papers that were sent to him due to his work with the American Society of Demi-Human Capture Advancement. Every year the ASDCA sponsored four tamers with high scores on their permit tests. His son no doubt was unaware of the fact that he was applying for a sponsorship that his father was in charge of granting.

Jeremiah filled out the necessary acceptance paperwork on his computer then sent it back. He hoped his son would take the incentives offered in that deal. However, if he did not it was certainly fine with him. The entire purpose of casting him out into the world was to force him to fend for himself and take real initiative. It would be interesting to see what he chose to do.

"Struggle, my boy... Become what we've both dreamed of you becoming," said the man, his voice cold and unfeeling. It was not the voice of a father hoping that his son would succeed, but of a spider hoping that a fly would trap itself upon his web.